The violent aura grew stronger and stronger.
The oppressive force sucked the air around her, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
In her pupils, Lan Zhengqing's fist approached rapidly, and within just a breath, it was right in front of her.
Qiu Xi sighed softly, her tense body relaxed.
She couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.
What was left of her body, after all, was merely a remnant of bones, with the flesh already smashed to smithereens, yet Lan Zhengqing still refused to let her go.
Insisting on killing her personally.
But it didn't matter anymore.
Death had arrived as expected, just a bit earlier than she had imagined.
Moreover, the one who would end her life was indeed beyond her expectation.
Not an enemy, not the Blood Demon Wolf, not an accident.
But the person she trusted the most—Lan Zhengqing.
Qiu Xi slowly exhaled, closed her eyes, and waited for Lan Zhengqing's oppressive force to land as promised.
The wind and snow brushed against her face.
